Beatnuts - Watch Out Now Lyrics
Watch out now!Yea, yea.. uh-uh!Mm-mmm!Get money, get money!(get, get money, get money)(get, get money, get money) uh-uh!(get) get money, get money (get that money)(get) get money, get moneyYeah, get money, get money .. listen to the first verseWatch out now![psycho les]Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to(I love to-to) order three buckets of mo-moWe gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)You wan hate me? cause your wifey, wants a autograph?From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than thatWhen I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterbackBeatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wackOpen can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddahHardrock, ever since, junior high suelaFly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get upIm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!Ima storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs offWith a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaidYappin off, ***** you cough at the lipsWhile Im at the bar, baggin, the bartender tipsThen I bag this chick, with a, hi, and the eyeShe did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonflyI could already imagine my shit stuck insideEverytime I strike, haters be like, dat *****ing guy!Chorus: beatnuts + yellaklawHows that yo? its hard for you to swallowIt dont take much for us to let the metal hollaLeads bustin out of a old black impalaThug nigga only ***** wit, muchacha mallaBig ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? , how we do? (how we do)(how the girl dont only love me, they love you!)Whatchu gonna do? (what, what, what? )Nigga whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)[juju]Heres to my pollyin niggaz who campaignTo the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagneThugs who get wild in the club and snatch chainsPlayers who be pimpin the hoes with no brainsFront watch a nigga get shot from close rangeThe most range, crazy mother*****er wont changeBeatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insaneFlip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rashYou got a weak stash, came in the club with a free passI aint even know they made a roley for your cheap assMakin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepadsNow the beef has, gotten over your headIts over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legsTil both of us said, platinum gettin took this yearCause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, niggaChorus -> beatnuts last line whatcha gon do when beatnuts come through baby psycho les(get money, get money) big ju(get money, get money) beatnuts(get money, get money)(get money, get money)(get money, get money) throw your hands up, throw your hands up(get money, get money) throw your hands up, throw your hands up..
